Sunday, June 2, 2024

In This Cold Weather by J.J. Campbell

stumble in the neon lights

the fog all around, the hawk
is out tonight

pretty sure jesus forgot about
me as soon as he got off the

paper bags don’t last as long
as shoes in this cold weather

the left eye never recovered
from a hidden right cross

some dick left pennies
in my coffee again

the shelters are too dangerous
and none of these abandoned
homes have any heat

tried setting the rats on fire

that didn’t last through the

there’s an old building
on fifth that leaves
a door unlocked

place smells like piss
but so does most of
the world


J.J. Campbell (1976 - ?) is old enough to know where the bodies are buried. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Synchronized Chaos, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Asylum Floor, The Beatnik Cowboy and Misfit Magazine. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (